That's It

That's It

Title: That's It 1/2
Author: Sammy ([email protected])
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Hail to Joss.
Notes: Pointless really, silly. I promise to work on At Loss next.
Really. I will. I mean it. And any grammer or spelling errors are mine.
Feedback: If you love me...err...the fic..
Elka, see? I'm still not big on concepts, it's another silly fic.

Part 1

Spike crept up behind her, careful not to make a sound. Making sure she
didn't notice him, he snatched her laptop away from her.

Willow looked up at Spike with a surprised expression. "Hey! Give that
back
this instant mister!"

He held it out of her reach and smirked, "First you have to get it.
Besides,
why are you always on that computer all day? Aren't you supposed to go
out
and
have fun? You know, teens these day, blah blah?"

She stalked towards him, holding out her hands for the laptop. "Ok,
first
off,
give me back my laptop. Two, I'm Willow, I don't have fun. I stay at
home
and
research my little ass off to save everyone's lives. And third, I can
do
whatever
I want. You should know by now that I'm not a typical teen. Now hand it
back
or else..."

Amused, he took a step back and said, "No. First you have to play with
me.
Then we'll see if you still want your bloody machine."

She sighed, giving in. There was no other way to get it back from him.
He
was
a vampire. Too strong for her to handle. Fine, she'd play with him. He
wanted
to play with her? Then he would.

"Fine, I'll play with you. I pick the game and make up the rules.
Understand?"

He now understood what her friends meant when they said she had a
resolve
face.
Nodding, he placed the laptop into the bathroom and closed the door.

Spike sat down on the couch and motioned for Willow to sit next to him.
She
complied and sat face to face with him.

"Ok. We're playing hangman."

He burst out laughing. "I tell you to play with me, William the Bloody,
and you
decide on hangman. Sure you don't want to change your mind about that
pet?"

Oooo, if he only knew what I was thinking. Guess he'll just have to
wait
until
I mention the rules.

"Yep, we're playing hangman. Good old hangman. Now go get a board and
some
markers.
There should be some left over from when we couldn't talk."

After retrieving the boards and markers, the blonde haired vampire just
sat there
staring at Willow. He was clueless as to how to play.

"Why are you staring at me? It's your turn Fangless."

He murmured something incoherent.

"What was that Spike?"

"I said I don't know how to play."

A sigh could be heard. She shifted positions on the couch and proceeded
to
explain
the concept of the game to him.

Fifteen minutes into hangman, Willow stopped him.

"What now luv? Don't tell me there's more rules."

There was a mischevious gleam in her eye. "Oh, it's nothing really.
Just
that well,
I did say that I get to make up the rules right? I only told you the
rules
of the
actual game. Now it's time to tell you the rules of my game."

Oh yay. I'm betting she'll come up with some boring rules like, the
phrase
has to apply
to demonology.

"Spike. Listening?" Seeing his slight nod, she continued, "Ok.
Everytime a
person misses
a letter, they have to take off an article of clothing. And the loser
of
the game has
to cum the amount of letters they missed. So let's say you missed three
letters, you would
have to cum three times right in front of me, all by yourself with no
help
whatsoever."

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Part 2

Shocked, his mouth hung wide open while Willow just grinned at him
innocently.

"Is there a problem Spike? Or are you not demon enough for the likes of
it?"

There was a low growl in his throat which Willow took as a sign to stop
teasing him.

"Ok Spike. It's still my turn now, I guessed all of yours. Hah, I'm
winning. I hope you
don't lose any clothes, I mean letters."

"Haha, funny pet. Just hurry up and go already."

Never thought the chit had it in her. Very bold if you ask me.

"Ok...umm, the category is music. It's an artist, female. Two words.
First
has three letters,
second has five letters."

_ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _

Shoot. I don't know any of the music these chits listen to nowadays.
Damn
it. Maybe I
would know if I had ever listened to Harmony's whining.

"I'll take a shot at it. How about an 'A'?"

She filled in the A spaces.

_ _ _ / _ A _ _ _

So far so good, let's not screw it up mate.

"Uh, I'll try for an 'S'."

Laughing Willow wrote the S into the box in the upper left corner.

"Start strippin Spike."

Damn that girl.

He tore off his shirt, glad that he had worn another under it. That way
he
would have a better
chance at staying in the game.

"Score one for Willow! Ok, next letter Spike?"

Maybe that Fiona Apple person. Wait no, not enough letters. Hmm, oh
fuck
it, who gives a bloody
damn hell.

"F."

"Damn!" He got another one right. He better not keep this up.

_ _ F / _ A _ _ _

"O."

Her smile returned. "Nope, sorry Spike. Off with it!"

O got written into the little box.

Groaning at his loss, he tossed his other shirt off as well.

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